Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2013

36: Latin for "Now's the time to FREAK OUT."

Editors Note:  As I sit here finally adding pictures to this post, I am actually now one day away from being 38 weeks.  Timeliness is obviously not my strong suit.

I could not tell you how the heck we got to this point but somehow we did.  What is this point?  Ohhh, you know... the one where I am (most likely) within 4 weeks of giving birth to a tiny little human.  The point where I am frantically looking around our house and wondering if we are even kind of ready for this ginormous undertaking. The point where I am really cursing the fact that I can't have a glass of wine to calm my frazzled nerves.

Last post I said we didn't get much done and that I hoped next time we talked I blogged that I'd have more to share.  Be careful what you wish for because we accomplished a lot in the last few weeks.  Go ahead and get yourself a snack or a beverage because this one is going to be long.

Where do I even start?  Let me think.  First, we've managed to procure a few pretty crucial items.  Namely, we ordered and picked up our glider and my new "mama purse" (laymen's terms: diaper bag). I am very enthralled with both.  I may or may not have practiced rocking said purse in said chair.  That's not weird though, is it?

This chair will likely bring new meaning to the term "rocking all night".  (Do you see what I did there?!)

Mama's got a brand new bag.  (Also, upon reviewing these iPhone screenshots, it seems I have a problem with keeping my phone fully charged.   Cool.)

What else?  Let's see.  Ryan and I made it to an infant CPR class on February 5th.  While I pray we never have cause to use it, I am so thankful that we went.  This was the shortest of the classes we have been to.  However that did not stop Ryan from making more priceless commentary.  Most notable during this class was requesting to have the life-size maternity picture on the wall of some randoms replaced with one of us.  Request was not accepted for those desparately wondering.

Since we were never able to make a prepared childbirth class work with Ryan's crazy shift schedule, I instead opted to buy a well-reviewed DVD off of Amazon.  Just check this cover out and tell me these aren't the people you want teaching you about the process of labor?  The she-mullet, amongst other 80s hair-dos, was nearly as prevalent as the term "birth" in this video.  Once you got past that and the fact that they kept saying "sonometers" instead of "centimeters," I would say the video was very informative and helpful.  If you ever find yourself in need of such a video, please let me know.  I'm sure I could manage to pry it out of Ryan's loving grip long enough for you to watch it, if you so choose.

Making childbirth look good.  (I also have no idea why her eyes are closed.  I think perhaps multiple takes of the photo weren't in the budget).

In terms of the nursery... we have come a loooooong way my friends.  First, Ryan and Brendan used their brute strength to successfully navigate the dresser and hutch upstairs and into baby girl's room.  I was very impressed and they promptly rewarded their efforts with fast food, golf and beer.  Thank you, men.  Next, my dear Mamacita started tackling the daunting task of sewing her bedding and curtains.  As of the time of my writing this she has finished the crib skirt and the curtains.  Both of which look amazing.  Lastly, I finished (with assistance from Ryan) the letters for little miss' room.  I would love to show you pictures of all of these things buuuuuut I am going to wait until her room is finished.  After all, who would have been impressed with the Sistine Chapel halfway through?  I'll also try to share some stories of our trials and tribulations in that post.  For now let's suffice it to say that while it may not be perfect, my little ladybug's room has been sufficiently infused with love, laughter and lots of familial bonding.

Photographic evidence that both her Grandma AND Grandpa had a hand in this project.  Per Daddio there's very little difference between engineering an offshore platform and engineering a curtain panel.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I finally got to move the well-organized piles from her floor into her dresser and closet.  I still don't regret laying on the ground eating those M&Ms in a state of panic though.

Let me see... What else?  We finally got our carseat bases installed in our respective vehicles.  For having 5 pages of instructions, it wasn't quite as difficult as I thought it would be.  AND I packed our hospital bag.  Yes, I did have to argue with Ryan about the propriety of wearing a Ninja Turtles shirt during the birth of his daughter.  It's refreshing to know that some things never change, isn't it?

You'll be pleased to know that yes, I have indeed been driving around the city of Houston with that Beanie Baby buckled in for the last week.  Practice makes perfect guys.

Our 34 week doctor's appointment went well.  Sweet pea's heartbeat was at 153 which is higher than it has been but still within perfectly normal range.  Perhaps I fed her a little bit too much hot chocolate immediately before.  Per Dr. P everything was still measuring right on track.

Our 36 week appointment was the exciting one.  We got to see our little lady bug for the last time before meeting her face to face!  Pre-ultrasound Ryan and I both guessed that our little nugget would weigh between 6 and 6 1/2 pounds based on the weekly updates I keep receiving from Baby Center.  Well, that and the fact that the Dr keeps saying my belly is measuring average.  So you can imagine our surprise when we were informed that she weighed 7 pounds and 9 oz.  Also of note, our ultrasound tech had to measure her head twice because the first time she thought it seemed too large.  M-A-R-T-I-N.  Other than that, she looks healthy, her head is down and things seem to be moving along as expected.  Good news = happy mama. 

Baby Girl was being a little bit uncooperative.  Hey, somedays you just aren't ready for a close up.  This was the best profile shot we got.

At my 37 week appointment I was nervous because she hadn't been moving around much, so they did an extra ultrasound just to make sure she was okay in there.  Of course at that point she decided to demonstrate all of her gymnastic abilities in order to make her mother look like a total paranoid drama queen.  Fortunately, she is just fine in there and as a bonus I got a better profile shot of our little princess.

I seriously love her little feet already.  I look at this picture more often than I care to admit.

Last, but certainly not least (in terms of poundage that is), here are a few pics of the big ol' belly over the past few weeks.

33 weeks.

34 weeks.  Please note that shirts are really starting to toe the line between fully covering where the pant material and belly panel material meet.  I pray they continue to keep it together a few more weeks.


35 weeks.  Why do so many maternity tops feature horizontal stripes?  It seems kind of cruel, doesn't it?


36 weeks.  I fear that if I go past term, I'll no longer be able to fit sideways in this bathroom to take pictures.

Depending on how everything goes over the next few weeks, I may post another update.  It probably largely hinges on how depressing I find the belly pictures for weeks 37-40.  ;c)  Thank you all, as always, for all of your love, support and help with everything.  I could not feel more elated or fortunate to have you in my life.  I can't wait to officially meet our little lady bug!

Editors Ending Note:  Seriously.  I can't wait.  I mean, I will obviously, but this experience is like looking forward to Christmas except you don't know what day Christmas is.  

Sunday, April 25, 2010

BBQ & Starbucks: A Perfect Evening

The last saturday in February, Ryan and I got engaged after 3 fabulous years of dating-hood.  I just hijacked the story from our wedding website (http://www.thefuturemartins.com/).  So pardon the weird formatting. 

The morning of February 27, 2010 Ryan and I were hanging out before we went our separate ways for the day. I was going to go get my hair cut and Ryan was going to College Station for the UT/A&M basketball game with his good friend JT. Afterwards we were supposed to go up to Lake Conroe to visit my parents as we hadn't seen them since the middle of January.

During our hour or so together I chose to remind Ryan why I am so special by giving him a hard time about my theories on why we would never get engaged. Knowing I would have to eat all my words later in the day, Ryan decided to have fun with this. He said, "it could be today!" I quickly shot this down by tactfully saying, "Yeah right- you're going to that stupid game." I also informed him that he and Jen (my best friend) could never pull off surprising me because I knew that they'd start acting weird.

I headed off to my hair appointment and Ryan headed off to College Station (I thought... he actually went staight to my parent's house). The game ended before my hair appointment and Ryan texted me that he'd beat me to my parents' house. I texted him and told him I was on my way there so that he and my parents would know to get ready for dinner (we were supposed to go out). When I was getting close Ryan texted me that they were in the backyard. I helpfully responded, "okay- well the lady messed up my hair so I need to straighten it." He informed me I should come out to the backyard to say hi first.

I walked into the house, plopped my bags down and walked outside with Starbucks in hand. I was semi-surprised to see Ryan dressed up by the pool with white roses in hand. However, I didn't put it all together just yet. I was thinking- man, he must feel bad about our conversation earlier. His opening line was, "We aren't going to dinner tonight." I was thinking- that really sucks because I'm starved. He quickly followed that with, "instead we are going to have brisket, chicken, sausage, beans... " (I may exaggerate slightly but he named a looot of menu) I was thinking- he is uber excited about this food but still wasn't putting all the pieces together. Then Ryan said - "and I invited Jen and Brendan to come up." I was thinking- weird because I just talked to her and she's going to her parents' house. Ryan said, "and my parents." I was thinking- well, we talked about maybe doing that but thanks for the zero warning. (I was pretty clueless for as smart as I'd proclaimed myself earlier in the day).



Then Ryan said - "and do you want to know the best part?" At this point I finally got it and began bawling and saying thank you more than any one person should ever say thank you. Ryan then said a bunch of sweet things that I don't remember as well as I'd hope and I'm sure you don't care to hear. He dropped down on his knee and asked if I'd marry him. I'd like to say I said yes but I think I was still just saying thank you. The yes was implied... and reiterated after the fact.



For those of you visually following this storyline, you realize we have a bouquet of roses Ryan later informed me I was holding uncomfortably close to his face, my half finished Starbucks cup and a ring box. Three hands need to be involved in putting a ring on someone's finger. Ryan's cat-like reflexes and problem-solving nature kicked into high gear and he took my Starbucks out of my hand and launched it into his future in-laws' yard. What a renegade, right?

Ryan then pointed out that my parents had been watching from the balcony and had taped the whole thing (Starbucks moment included). After being alarmed about my un-straightened hair situation, I was so thankful that they had. I can now relive the moment whenever I want.

Then we went inside and video chatted with my sister who was in Ukraine.


Then Ryan's family, Shawna, Austin, Jen and Brendan came up to the lake and we ate "brisket, chicken, sausage, beans..." and celebrated. It combined all the things I love- Ryan, family, friends and the lakehouse I already have so many priceless memories at. It was the most perfect night of my life.


Matt, Brendan, Jen, Me, Ryan & Mamacita

Ryan & I

Mom, Me, Mrs. Martin, Tiffany, Jen & Shawna

Marathon: Not the Best Idea I've Ever Had

Now that I've started this blog I'm going to try to go backwards and blog about a few things that have happened so far in 2010 that I don't want to forget- or in this case that my legs will never forgive me for.  On January 17, 2010 I ran the Houston Marathon with Ryan and Brendan.  For spectators you may recognize them by their bib names - "Big Bamboo" and "the Schamblizer".

It was my first... and last.  It's always been a life goal of mine to run a marathon- two lost toenails and several cases of gatorade later I can cross it off the list.  The whole marathon training process was much more difficult than I dreamed it would be and I learned a lot about myself and the virtue of determination.  I'll spare you all the details but some of the more memorable parts of the 4 month training process included:

  • running 12 miles with Brendan & Ryan and listening to wrestling talk.  All.  12.  Miles.
  • eating at a CiCi's buffet.  As a 27 year old.
  • an allergic reaction at 8 pm at night that left all Memorial Park runners fortunate enough to see it (and Ryan) scarred for life.
  • Cortizone shot number 1
  • a 16 mile run on a narrow road in the middle of Montgomery county... and then going to an emergency clinic after
  • an 18 mile run in Central Park in December when it was 28 degrees out
  • Cortizone shot number 2
All of that said, I'm incredibly thankful that I did this and so very fortunate that I had such amazing running partners (Brendan & Ryan) and wonderful supporters (my family, Jen, Ryan's family and Brendan's family).


The Schamblizer displaying some excellent form.  And me focusing on not passing out.


Yours Truly & the Big Bamboo

Brendan and Jen (who was probably more excited we were done than we were)

  Marathon Survivors!